La Vita Boca
LIfe as poetry
Saturday, August 3, 2013
Stitch
Stitch
Stitch, stitch, stitch it
all back together again
it only comes unraveled
loops fall in disarray
colors melt into mud
hope dies to form a pattern
that will get us through the day
everything spills out
on the floor
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Mary
August 3, 2013 at 7:23 PM
Sad. Sometimes the stitches just don't hold.
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Sad. Sometimes the stitches just don't hold.
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